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Thanks to all for the kind hopeful thoughts.

I was at our local supermarket today speaking to the bakery department manager, who is Cuban also. First time I saw her since my return. I was still choked up telling her about this experience.

Some, if not all of you, have recognized something most take for granted. It is so, so tough to see where you were born so close yet you are so far. I can't describe it. It is a void that has no words. I believe humans are like so many of the animals in the world that travel so far to lay their eggs or give birth were they were born themselves. We all have an inherent desire to see our birthplace and see our roots. If you are Cuban or an illegal alien (not limited to that but makes up the majority), that is the only way you can know what it feels like to be deprived of that. Again, very hard to put in words.